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|24-11-2007, 03:05 AM||#1|
تاريخ التسجيل: Nov 2007
Let's call it...Laura's Diary 2/5
While these days my university pays me to translate the writing on artefacts in their museums, I haven’t always been so lucky. For half of the wages and much crappier hours, I used to work as a bra fitter in a large department store. Woohoo, you go. I can hear you. But think about it. For every hot chick in her twenties that I get my hands on, there’re about fifteen grandmas that are just sick of wearing their breasts around their waists.
Believe me, saying “Can you lift those up for me?” so that you can get the proper underneath measurement gets really old, really quickly.
Not long after I’d been employed by the university and handed my notice in, the management of the department store started treating me really badly. Forget the years I’d worked hard for them, the amount of times I’d gone in when they were short staffed; as far as they were concerned, I no longer deserved being valued. Well, bugger them!
One very quiet Sunday, I’d been placed in the men’s fitting rooms. This is rather awkward, being female, because I’m not supposed to go into the changing rooms, yet somehow I’m still supposed to answer when customers ring the bell for help. There were two of us on the fitting rooms that day, myself and a guy called Liam. We’d always got on, and I knew I was going to miss him when I moved on. He was a couple of years older than me, and brilliant to flirt with. Not particularly good looking, but he certainly had a nice body underneath his shirt and he was cheeky enough to catch any woman’s attention.
After several hours of non-stop flirting with him, he saw me wink at one of the guys that he took into the fitting room. Liam tutted at me as he came back out into the waiting area.
“Cheating on me again?” he asked with a teasing glint in his eye. I just winked at him and smirked, waiting for the call on the help bell that I knew would be coming.
“I’m so tired of being behind this desk, Liam,” I said. “Can we swap for a while?”
“I thought you didn’t want to have to go into the fitting room?” he asked, happily swapping places with me.
“Yeah. But I’m bored. They’ve not got anything I haven’t seen before anyway.”
He laughed, and called out a room number to me when the bell rang. Walking down the long corridor, I began to unbutton the top of my white blouse, making sure that my breasts would be the first thing he’d see. I came to the right fitting room and knocked gently on the door.
“You rang for help, sir?” I asked.
The door slid open and a tall, dark haired man stood grinning at me. His eyes slunk down my body, resting for a few moments on my exposed cleavage.
“Yes, I wanted an opinion,” he said, opening the door wider in invitation, moving aside as I stepped into the small room. “These jeans. Do you think they’re too tight?” He slowly turned around in a circle, his arms lifted in the air. “What do you think?”
I leaned back against the full length mirror and tugged my blouse out of my waistband as he turned, unfastening the remaining buttons.
“They look a little tight there,” I said, pointing at the front where his cock was starting to thicken. “That can’t be comfortable.”
“No,” he said, pushing the fitting room door closed and unbuttoning the jeans. “You’re right. I knew I needed advice.”
I laughed gently as he stepped towards me and drew his tongue slowly from my shoulder to my jaw. “We shouldn’t do this here, Jack,” I said, not at all meaning it.
“Ah, you’re leaving in a week, love,” he said, hitching my skirt up slowly as he pressed his thigh between my legs. “If we get caught, we’ll survive.”
He rubbed his thigh between my legs and I knew he loved seeing me like this; wanting to moan and groan and make a fuss, and not being able to. I rested my head back against the mirror and sighed, closing my eyes and he pulled my tiny white knickers down onto my thighs. The boring tan stockings I had to wear as part of my uniform stopped him from taking them off, and I knew that if it wasn’t for them, they would be in his pocket and he would have been taking them home.
He dropped down to his knees, his cock still poking out of his jeans, and licked slowly across my freshly shaved pussy. He licked me all over, revelling in the smoothness. He dipped the tip of his tongue into the very top of my slit to taste how much I wanted him. I love the thought of my juices coating his tongue. Opening my legs as wide as my knickers would let me, and tilting my hips up to him, I ran the fingers of one hand through his hair as he began to work my clit. God, he was good.
Both of his hands cupped my arse and pulled me forward onto him. Just as my world was beginning to spin and my breath beginning to pant, he stood up and turned me around. As I moved, I felt a thin trickle of my juices run down the inside of my right thigh. I hadn’t been this horny in such a long time; there was something amazing about knowing I was technically getting paid to do it. Shagging on the clock is great.
I rested my hands on the wall in front of me and grinned at his reflection in the mirror. He’d pulled the jeans down his thighs and lifted my skirt to expose my entire arse. I moaned as he pushed his cock into me, I couldn’t help it. He grinned back at me as he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, making a delicious noise as we slapped together.
“Shhh,” I whispered, biting my lips as he ran his hand up over my belly to cup my tits in the bra. He slowed his pace a little but continued to drive his dick as deep into me as he could. Slipping a couple of fingers under the material, he pulled the cups of my bra down and set my tits free. With his left hand, he nipped hard on my left nipple, breathing heavily into my ear as he fucked me. His right hand snaked down my body slowly. He teased me, knowing what I wanted him to do. He dipped his forefinger into my navel and wiggled it.
Eventually, he worked his way down to rubbing my clit. He flicked it only occasionally, mostly just cupping his hand over my pussy, not wanting to give me too much at once.
“Laura?” called a voice.
We stopped instantly, and I tried to wriggle silently out of his grasp. He smirked at me evilly in the mirror and wrapped his left arm tightly around me, holding me still as he rubbed hard on my clit.
“Laura?” Liam asked again.
“I think she went to get me a different size, mate,” Jack said, starting to work his dick in and out of me again, moving slowly.
“Yeah, maybe,” Liam said, his voice full of laughter, “but she left her legs behind.”
I swore under my breath. He’d seen my feet underneath the door. “I’ll just be a moment, Lee.”
Laughter floated underneath the door again. “No, no, you take your time. I just wanted to warn you that it’s closing time in twenty.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, mortified at getting caught and furious at Jack for continuing fucking me, still. He grinned at me in the mirror and pushed me hard up against it. My breath steamed up on the glass as he banged his cock into me as hard as he could.
Without withdrawing himself from me, he leaned back and opened the changing room door.
“Lee?” Jack asked, unsure if he had the right name.
Liam’s footsteps stopped instantly and slowly came back down the corridor towards us.
“I need a little advice,” Jack said, ignoring my protests and opening the door wide enough for Liam to see me pressed against the mirror, my shirt open, my skirt pulled right up and my knickers down on my thighs.
I saw Liam’s reflection in the mirror. He looked every bit as confused and worried as I’m sure I must have myself.
“Come in a minute,” Jack said. Liam looked around him nervously before stepping inside the small room. I was suddenly grateful that my department store was notoriously generous with changing space.
Keeping his hands on my hips, Jack sat down on the narrow bench and pulled me with him. I was sat on Jack’s lap in front of Liam, every private part of my body exposed before his eyes. Despite being nervous and not understanding what was going on, I felt decidedly horny as I saw his eyes skit over me. I noticed minute details, such as the way his hand shook as he shoved the bolt closed behind him and the wobble in his throat as he swallowed nervously.
“So… yeah?” Liam asked. “You needed help?”
“If you had this girl all to yourself,” Jack said, “what would you do with her?”
Liam swallowed again, making an audible gulp. He shrugged.
“I have an idea for you, then,” Jack said. “Hold her in front of that mirror and fuck her. I’ve just done it, it’s amazing.”
“Jack?” I asked, confused. We’d talked about his fantasy to watch me getting pounded by someone else, and I’d agreed to a threesome ‘some time in the future,’ but I’d expected it to be planned. Still, if I could have chosen anyone, it would have been Liam.
Jack bit my shoulder gently before whispering in my ear, telling me that it was okay, he wanted this.
I stood up, lifting myself off Jack’s cock, and smiled tentatively at Liam. He smiled back, still nervous, and I stepped forward, closer to him. It’s not as though there was a whole lot of space, we were all pretty close. I pressed my body against him and tilted my head up to kiss him.
He pressed his lips very softly against mine, and closed his eyes. “Laura?” he whispered against me. “Is this…? This is weird.”
I pulled back a little and looked into his eyes. “You can leave if you want to, Lee. But you never have to see me again after the next twenty minutes if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” he muttered through a kiss. He slipped his warm hands inside my open shirt and slid them up and down my back and side as he deepened our kiss. I heard Jack give a little moan behind me and knew that his hand was on his cock.
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